16 February: Sunday flointergrimmon.

So, I was drinking coffee Sunday morning and guess what? Yep, my faithful readers know--I had to poo. You knew it. The poo is always in the march. It Just. Never. Stops. The poo. It's relentless. But that's poo. I had to poo again an hour and a half later. Funny, my junk was hanging over the edge if the seat (second poo)--and I couldn't go. I had to pee, and but couldn't because I would have pissed on the floor. So I sat back, unkinked my sphincter and let fly--poo and piss. Felt really good. Mission accomplished.

eNjoy.